A fine, old-school gentleman, who began failing in the months I provided home support, but who fortunately did not suffer long, dying much as he lived, peacefully without lingering or pain. His son told me today, "You couldnt ask for a better Dad." These were my thoughts as I cleaned one last time.

I also agree with Judy Roney. There is something universal, ringed with truth and humanity that sets this poem apart. It speaks to all of us, of our kindness, of our mortality, of the small little things we do with compassion. This poem brings it out so well.